Her Daddy's Jewel (MC Daddies Book 5) Read online

  “Oh, Daddy. You look super cute. Now tilt your face up so I can do your make-up.”

  “I’m not sure about the make-up.”

  “But Daddy, I need some practice if I’m gonna get better and you brought me this pretty make-up, it would make me sad not to use it. You don’t want me to be sad, do you, Daddy?”

  “No, Daddy wouldn’t want that.”

  She had to bite her lip to stop a smile from breaking free. Too easy.

  “Now, I think I might need to shave you first.”

  He glared at her. “No shaving.”

  “But—”

  “No,” he said firmly.

  She sighed. “Fine, Daddy. But don’t blame me if you’re not as beautiful as you were hoping to be.”

  “I think I’ll survive,” he said dryly.

  “Close your eyes, Daddy. Just a bit of light eye shadow.” In bright purple. But she didn’t need to tell him that. Next, she added some blusher. She’d already chosen a neon pink lipstick from her collection. This one was called Pretty Girl. He didn’t need to know that either.

  “Pucker up, Daddy.”

  “I have a feeling I am really going to regret this,” he muttered.

  “Don’t be like that, Daddy.”

  He puckered, and she put the lipstick on. Then she stepped back and clapped her hands. “Daddy, you’re the prettiest man in this house.”

  “Do I get to look now?”

  “Of course.” She followed him as he got up and moved to the free-standing mirror. He just stood there, looking shocked. “Well, Daddy? Don’t you look beautiful?”

  “Beautiful is one way to put it.” He pointed at his hair. “How many pigtails did you give me?”

  “Ten.” She was really proud of herself for that.

  “And how much eye shadow did you put on me?”

  “Nearly the whole thing. Now, don’t you want to go show it off to everyone?”

  “I think that I’ll have to pass on that.”

  “Oh well, they can see it online. I took a photo and loaded it up.”

  He stared at her, horrified. “You didn’t!”

  She giggled. “No, I didn’t. But you should see your face!”

  He lunged for her. Grabbing hold of her, he placed her gently on the beanbag and tickled her until she cried for mercy.

  Kneeling back, he pointed at his face. “I’m gonna go clean this up.”

  “Okay, Daddy. I think I’ll do some crafting,” she called out to him as he walked into the bathroom.

  She couldn’t believe how freeing letting her Little side out was. In fact, she almost wished she could be in Little space all the time. Her dark thoughts didn’t seem to follow her there. Well, not very often anyway. She was having fewer of those thoughts as a whole.

  Thanks to him.

  “Actually, I thought you might play a game with Daddy,” he said as he walked back in. He’d wiped his face clean, but he was still pulling the hair ties from his hair. And wincing each time.

  “A game? Like what, Daddy?”

  “Hide and seek. If you manage to hide from me for more than three minutes, you get a prize.”

  Ooh. Could she do it, though? It would be hard. Especially when she didn’t like leaving his room. Jason wasn’t happy about it, but she didn’t feel comfortable here without him.

  “But there’s a catch.”

  “What sort of catch, Daddy?”

  “If I find you before three minutes is up then you have to do what I say.”

  “What you say?”

  “Yep.”

  “I don’t know, Daddy. What if you ask me to run naked through the house?” she asked.

  He speared her with a firm gaze. “Like I’d allow anyone to see you naked.”

  Well, that was true.

  “If you don’t want to do something, then you say your safeword.”

  That sounded doable.

  “All right, Daddy. You’re on.”

  “I’ll count to ten.” He turned away and started counting loudly.

  She let out a squeal. There were only so many places to hide. Immediately, she dived into the closet and hid herself in the corner.

  It took him two minutes to find her. She thought he might have dragged it out to make her feel better.

  “Got you, baby blue.”

  “Darn it.”

  He helped her out and she stomped her foot. “Okay, Daddy, what do I have to do?”

  “I’ll take a kiss. On the lips.”

  Oh. That she could do. She grabbed hold of his arms to balance herself then leaned up to lay a peck on his lips.

  “You can do better than that,” he challenged.

  Well. She wasn’t one to back down from a dare. She leaned up into him and kissed him harder. Deeper. She slid her tongue over his lips and he parted them for her. Their kiss went on for a while until she was breathing heavily.

  “Delicious,” he told her. He ran a hand down her back then squeezed her ass.

  Oh. That sent a wave of pleasure straight to her clit.

  “Hide again.”

  He counted loudly. She dived into the bathroom this time. Then moved behind the door. Surely it would take him three minutes to find her.

  One minute thirty-two.

  “Damn it. Am I ever going to win?” she sulked.

  “We’ve only played two games.” He tapped her nose reprovingly.

  “Another kiss?” she asked.

  “Not this time. I want you to dance for me.”

  “Dance for you?” That wasn’t what she’d expected.

  “I’ve only seen you dance a few times. This time, though, it’s just for me.” He led her into the bedroom and turned on some music. Then he sat back on the armchair that was in the corner of the room.

  “Dance for me.”

  To begin with, she felt self-conscious. But the music started to seep into her. She remembered how much she’d always loved dancing. How happy it used to make her.

  Why had she ever stopped?

  Oh yeah. That bastard, Maxwell.

  “You look beautiful, baby blue. Keep going.”

  She threw her arms in the air, her hips swaying side to side, her long hair flowing down her back. When she glanced at Jason, the lust and appreciation on his face nearly floored her. Then he got up, moving towards her. His hands went to her hips. He bent his knees so he could settle his cock in against her ass. He was hard. For her.

  She sucked in a breath as one arm went around her waist, the other went to her throat. Her eyes closed as she put her head back on his chest.

  Fuck. Why did this do it for her? Why did her knees go weak?

  She wanted him so badly.

  Tell him everything.

  The music ended and he let her go then turned her. She still swayed, caught up in her lust for him. Her need.

  “Go hide, baby blue. I’m coming for you.”

  A threat and a promise.

  Something that set her blood on fire. She sped off again. This time, she didn’t feel like giggling. Her clit was throbbing too much, her pussy was sopping wet. She needed to change her panties.

  Where to hide now?

  She slid behind the drapes. They were floor to ceiling. She figured he might not find her in here. She slowed her breathing. What could he possibly have for her?

  “I’m coming for you.”

  Don’t move. Don’t breathe.

  It should have been scary. Hiding and waiting for the big, bad beast to find her.

  Only her big, bad beast was the man who would kill for her.

  The man who she could call and tell him she’d killed someone and he’d ask if she wanted him to bring acid or a shovel.

  The man who gave to her unconditionally. Who stood between her and anyone meaning to harm her.

  “Two minutes, baby blue. Now, where could you be?”

  Silence.

  A buzzer sounded.

  “Three minutes is up. Come out and get your reward.”

  She slid
out from the curtains to find him standing there with his hands behind his back. She gave him a curious look and moved towards him. With a flourish, he brought his hand out and held a necklace with a thick pendant in the shape of a crown.

  It was gold with small green-blue jewels interspersed with diamonds.

  “Tell me this isn’t real.”

  “Why wouldn’t it be real?”

  “Because that would be a shit-ton of money.”

  Leaning in, he kissed her gently. “I wanted to buy you an actual crown, but then I saw this. Figured you can easily wear this all the time.”

  “You can’t give me this.”

  “I will give you whatever I wish to. And none of it will ever equal the value of what you have given to me.”

  “Which is?” Her heart raced.

  “You.”

  Fuck.

  He settled the necklace around her neck. “Promise not to take it off. Ever.”

  “But in the shower—”

  “It will be fine. Don’t take it off.”

  There was something about his voice . . . she gave him a suspicious look. “Why is that so important?”

  He huffed out a breath. “There’s a GPS tracker in it.”

  “For real?”

  “I wouldn’t lie about that.”

  “But you would keep that information from me?” She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. The ass.

  He stepped forward, crowding her up against the wall. Damn him. Why did she have to like it when he did that so much?

  “Jewel?”

  “Yes?” she asked, hating how breathless she sounded as he put his hands on either side of her head and leaned into her.

  “Wear the necklace. Don’t take it off. If you do, I’m going to spank you. This is a safety rule, understand? Promise. Me.”

  She saw something in his gaze. This wasn’t arrogance or a need to dominate. This was . . . fear.

  “I’ll wear it.”

  A relieved sigh left his lips. After everything he had done for her, this was something simple. Something that actually gave her a lot of relief as well, if she was honest.

  “Thank you, baby.” His kiss was gentle, in contrast to the dominant stance he had over her. And it made her legs a bit weak. “Dance for me again?”

  “Yes,” she breathed, even as she turned to look in the mirror.

  My God. The necklace was so beautiful.

  He turned on the music.

  She started dancing. This time, he let her dance the whole song by herself and when it was finished, he reached up and brought her down onto the beanbag with him. She straddled him.

  “Fucking beautiful, my baby blue.”

  He drew her in for a kiss that melted her from the inside out.

  Her clit was throbbing and she couldn’t help but rub herself against him. She moved slowly, back and forth. Her arousal grew. Her breath came faster. How long had it been since she’d had an orgasm? She had a love-hate relationship with them. Sometimes her body craved it, and she brought herself to pleasure. But then she kind of hated herself afterward.

  Because he used to bring her to orgasm.

  He caught her hips. Reaching around her, he gave her ass a small slap.

  “Hey!” She was jolted out of her thoughts. She frowned at him, but truth was, she was getting used to the way he liked to grab her ass and slap it. Mostly, it turned her on.

  Although she wouldn’t be telling him that. He was already arrogant enough.

  “What were you just thinking about?” he asked.

  Crap. He was so in-tune with her. Sometimes it was a good thing, other times it wasn’t.

  “The truth,” he demanded.

  “It’s difficult to tell you.”

  “You can tell me anything. I won’t judge. I can’t swear that I won’t punch another wall, but I’d never hurt you.”

  “I think you’ve punched enough things today.” She took hold of his swollen hand.

  “I wanted to do more to him,” he growled darkly.

  “He used to make me orgasm,” she whispered. Nausea bubbled in her stomach. “He would give me something to relax. That’s what he’d say. It would make me want to . . . it would make me want him.”

  “Fucking bastard.”

  She nodded. “I’d wake up and I’d feel sore between my legs and I’d know what had happened. And he’d tell me how hard I orgasmed for him and I’d feel such shame.”

  He held her tight. “Fuck him. Fuck. Baby girl. Fuck.”

  “I can make myself come, but then I feel yuck afterward. And when other men have tried, I had to fake it.”

  “What?”

  “Something stops me when I’m with someone else. I’ve tried toys, my fingers, other men . . . but I’ve never, not since . . . ”

  “Aww, baby girl. I’m so fucking sorry.”

  “I’ve ruined it now, haven’t I?”

  He frowned. “Ruined what?”

  “The lust. The attraction. Now you feel sorry for me rather than desiring me—”

  “Stop right the fuck there. I might be a sick bastard for this, but nothing would make me stop wanting you. Nothing.”

  “I orgasmed for him—”

  “You were drugged and abused by him.”

  “And now I can’t orgasm with someone else. I can barely manage to make myself come.”

  “Because you were fucking drugged and raped. Jesus, baby. The fact that you are willing to even be with me is a miracle I will never take for granted.”

  “Would you try? With me?”

  “You want me to give you an orgasm?”

  “I want to try. I think with you, I have the best chance.”

  “I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you’re not ready to do.”

  “I don’t feel pressured. I want this. I want you.”

  He studied her for a long moment.

  “I . . . I feel things for you.”

  “I thought it was men who were supposed to be emotionally stunted.”

  “Jason!” She couldn’t believe he said that. The ass!

  “That’s thirty-three.”

  She groaned.

  Then he reached up and wrapped a hand around her neck, drawing her down to kiss him. “How do you want to do this? You want to make some rules? You want me to follow your commands?”

  She sucked in a breath. “You’d do that for me?”

  “Baby girl, I’d let you tie me naked to the bed and torture me if that’s what you needed.”

  “Damn, I hadn’t thought of that.” Oh, the possibilities.

  “Brat,” he growled at her.

  She grinned then sucked in a sobering breath. What did she want? “I want to try something like that.” If she was completely in charge then maybe it would help her get past those barriers she threw up. “But I don’t need to tie you up. I trust you to stay still if I ask you to.”

  “All right.”

  Licking her lips, she wondered where to start. It was a heady feeling, knowing she was in charge. “Do you want a safeword?”

  He raised his eyebrows. “What exactly are you planning on doing to me?”

  “Nothing. Nothing. Just trying to be a good Domme.”

  “How about either of us says red, it all stops, okay?”

  “Yeah. Yes, okay.” She nodded then realized she was nodding way too much. Like one of those bobble-head dolls. She froze.

  “You freaking?” he asked.

  “Little bit.”

  “Want me to slap your ass? You can command me to do that. I’m happy to make the sacrifice.”

  She snorted. “Sacrifice? You love slapping my ass.”

  “Hell, yes. I do. Any day I get to touch your ass is a good day.”

  “Idiot.” But his silliness was exactly what she needed to ease her nerves. “Take off your T-shirt.”

  “Now we’re talking.”

  He stripped off his shirt. Oh Lord, the man was a god. Seriously. It should be illegal. He had a sculpted c
hest, abs that rippled down his chest. His skin was tanned. There were no tattoos on his chest, which kind of surprised her. Or on his arms. Leaning in, she licked his nipple.

  He sucked in a breath.

  “They’re sensitive?” she asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “I used to love sex. Before he took that away from me.” She didn’t know why she could tell him this stuff. Maybe because he’d opened up to her. Or maybe because it was Jason.

  She moved to his other nipple, lapping at it until he groaned. His hips thrust up then he stopped, as though it had been an involuntary action.

  “Sorry,” he muttered. “I love having you touch me.”

  “I do too. You’re so pretty.”

  “Men are not pretty, wench.”

  “You are.”

  “That’s going in the notebook,” he warned. “It’s a punishable offense.”

  “I think I need to see this notebook.”

  “I think not. That’s private man stuff. Not for brats.”

  She grinned. How had she gone from being nervous and scared to wanting to laugh?

  Because of him. All him.

  “Who knew you were so funny?” she teased as she ran her hands up and down his chest.

  “I’m not funny. I’m deadly serious. You’re a bratty wench.”

  “You gonna make me walk the plank?”

  He wiggled his eyebrows. “I have a plank you can do something else with.”

  She groaned. “Oh Lord, that was bad.”

  “Really? Thought that was some of my best work. What about a meaty sword that you can impale yourself with? Hey, now that’s good. Why are you laughing?”

  She shook her head, giggling. He made her feel . . . light. She ran her hands up his chest and leaned in to nibble at his bottom lip. “I can breathe when I’m with you.”

  Instead of coming back with some light remark, his eyes darkened. “Good. Because I feel the same.”

  “Guess we need each other then, huh?”

  “Finally, she gets it. Now, it might pay to lock the door before you have your wicked way with me.”

  She glanced over her shoulder.

  “Nosy siblings,” he explained.

  “Good point.” She jumped to her feet, nearly tripping over them. Well, hell, that was embarrassing. She was rarely clumsy, but her eagerness was making her do silly things.